I am a raging alcoholic and a raging addict and I didnt want to see my kids do the same thing

Hating people isn’t a productive way of living. So what’s the point in hating anyone? There’s enough hate in the world as it is, without me adding to it.

The Beatles gave me everything. Especially Paul McCartney. I adore him.

You learn who your friends are when the sh-t hits the fan.

The ministry of fear that won't let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive.

In those days, if you wanted a new car or a holiday, you'd phone up the office and they'd send you some cash. You never had a bank account. I don't know anyone from the music business in the Seventies that it didn't happen to.

The bike went up in the air and landed on my back. It broke my neck, smashed my collarbone and splinters of bone severed my main artery. My lung filled up with blood. I severed my nerves and to this day I have no feeling there.